In their fifth year together, Jiang Bie wrote a breakup letter.
They had been childhood friends, and had known each other for twenty-two years. No one would believe that Lin Sirui didn't love him.
Even Jiang Bie himself had once been certain that Lin Sirui would marry him after retiring.
Until he put on his hearing aids.
Through the wall, Lin Sirui was passionately entangled with another man.
“He takes off his hearing aids to focus when he paints. He's deaf, so no matter how loudly I moan, he can't hear me.”
Later, Jiang Bie went to Italy.
Lin Sirui should have been preparing for a competition, but instead he chased Jiang Bie downstairs, his eyes bloodshot.
“Jiang Bie, you can only be mine.”
